Chapter 763: 199: The Secret of Ginseng Soup_4 Chapter 763: 199: The Secret of Ginseng Soup_4 Dr. Jiang squatted down to pick up the shards. “Your mother’s health has almost fully recovered. Drinking things like ginseng soup has more harm than good. You don’t need to make it for her anymore.”
Zheng Lingling looked at Dr. Jiang, thinking she must have misheard.
Dr. Jiang continued, “Although ginseng is a great tonic, it is also a medicine. As the saying goes, even medicines can be harmful. In short, just listen to me.”
Zheng Lingling nodded, “Alright, Aunt Jiang.”
Dr. Jiang patted Zheng Lingling’s arm, “I’ll be leaving then.”
Zheng Lingling quickly put down the shards she was holding, “I’ll walk you out!”
Dr. Jiang looked at the mess on the floor, “No need, you carry on with your chores.”
Zheng Lingling quickly asked the servants to mop up the spilled soup from the floor.
Ni Yan was standing behind a large antique vase, observing the whole scene.
The conversation between Zheng Lingling and Dr. Jiang seemed normal, but upon closer inspection, it was full of suspicions.
Was she overthinking things, or was there indeed something strange between those two?
Ni Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and tiptoed towards the kitchen.
The Zheng family’s kitchen was huge and it produced a large amount of daily waste.
When she arrived, she happened to see the servant throwing the shards into the bin.
After the servant left, Ni Yan stepped out from the corner, picked up a piece of shard, and sniffed it. It did smell like ginseng soup.
Was she really overthinking it?
Ni Yan didn’t linger and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket. She wrapped the shard in the handkerchief and left.
Nobody would think that someone would take away a piece of a broken bowl.
That evening, Ni Yan visited Mrs. Zheng’s bedroom.
“Who’s there?” Mrs. Zheng asked from inside the room.
“Grandma, it’s me, Yangyang.” Ni Yan responded.
The next second, the door opened.
The person opening the door was Mr. Zheng. “Yangyang, come in quickly.”
Mrs. Zheng was sitting on the sofa with her reading glasses on, looking at something. Seeing Ni Yan’s arrival, she immediately said, “Yangyang, come over here.”
Ni Yan walked over with a smile and then saw that Mrs. Zheng was holding a black and white photo of a very cute young baby.
Mrs. Zheng laughed, “Yangyang, does this baby look like Yunyun? This is your mother when she was little.”
“Really?” Ni Yan was somewhat amazed as she took the photo. “So this is my mother when she was young? She does look quite like Yunyun.”
Mrs. Zheng continued, “So, the moment I first laid my eyes on Little Yunyun, I knew she was somehow related to me – it’s fate.”
After looking at the photo, Ni Yan said, “Grandma, I have something to ask you.”
“Have you known Dr. Jiang for a long time?” Ni Yan asked.
“Yes.” Mrs. Zheng nodded, “if we were to calculate, I have known her for more than thirty years.”
Thirty years wasn’t a long time, nor a short one.
Ni Yan continued, “So, is she our family’s physician? Has she always been managing your health?”
“Hmm.” Mrs. Zheng further nodded, “I owe my health to her. Yangyang, Dr. Jiang has no children, she is quite pitiful. If we can help her in the future, we should.”
“Okay.” Ni Yan continued, “Grandma, how did you meet Dr. Jiang?”
Mrs. Zheng began reminiscing about the past thirty years.
Dr. Jiang is indeed a good person.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have crossed the Pacific, overcoming countless obstacles, to bring Zheng Lingling to Mrs. Zheng’s side.
The world thirty years ago was not as it is now. One could only imagine how hard it would have been for Dr. Jiang, a woman, to travel alone with a child.
No wonder Mrs. Zheng trusted Dr. Jiang. There was this reason behind their relationship.
Ni Yan squinted her eyes and said, “Grandma, can I see the medicine prescribed to you by Dr. Jiang today?”
“I will get it for you.” Mr. Zheng rose from the sofa to fetch it.
A moment later, Mr. Zheng handed two small white bottles to Ni Yan.
Ni Yan carefully examined the two bottles of medicine and found them to be common anti-inflammatory drugs.
Mrs. Zheng asked, “Yangyang, have you found something?”
Ni Yan continued, “Grandma, do you remember when you and grandpa first visited Jinghua Village, I told you that the toxins in your bodies might have been deliberately caused by someone?”